Page 68 of Their Christmas Miracle

VI

Taking Elle

Blake

Blake stared down at Elle’s ass. With her legs spread-eagled as they were, each cheek formed a perfect mound of flesh for him to grab. So he did. And he massaged them, too. Elle murmured unintelligible words to him as he slid his thumbs between those halves of flesh, and touched her taint, sliding down to her pussy.

Shit, he wanted to be inside her so badly. His cock was aching painfully, throbbing in its need to be let out his jeans. To be forced into her.

He could smell her, could still taste her. It had been intoxicating, her arousal filling his mouth when she came. Her legs clamping so tightly around his head. He’d felt her walls gripping his fingers as she rode out her orgasm.

He wanted that to happen to his cock.

Now.

She still wore his sweater. That had to come off. He had to wash up, quick as possible. Get rid of all the grease and sweat. Had to find a condom somewhere in his nightstand. And if he didn’t have one…would she? What if she didn’t? What the fuck then? A quick dash to the shop, and then coming back to the stranger he’d let into his house. All buttoned up and ready to go on with her life?

Blake trailed a hand up her back. He kept the other over her sex, cupping her, massaging her.

He gripped her hair, tugged her head back. “Get naked.”

Elle shivered, but didn’t refuse him. She pushed away from the wall and struggled out of his sweats. Her arms looked shaky and, when she glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes were hooded and her face relaxed.

God, when last had she had an orgasm like that? Must have been forever ago — she looked drunk from it.

“Good girl,” Blake murmured. “Now — hands back where I can see ‘em.”

She leaned forward again, resting her palms against the wall.

Jesus, but she was beautiful. Nothing skinny here — just a perfect ass and a dimpled back. Blake slid his hands around her stomach, gripping a breast in each hand. He folded over her, nipping her shoulder as he ground his jeans into her ass. She moaned, bucked into him, and tossed her head back.

He kissed her. At first, she stiffened — not used to the taste of herself either, it seemed — and then she relaxed into the kiss like she had before. Now even more so. Blake squeezed her breasts, making her moan into his mouth.

Enough torture. He had to be inside her or he would come in his pants like a fucking teenager on his first date.

He yanked back her head again, studied her face, and gave her a last, chaste kiss on the mouth. His hand slid between those soft mounds of flesh and found her cunt. He pumped two fingers inside her, watching her face slide into a vapid mask of pleasure.

“Wait here for me.”

Her eyes opened, confused. “Where are—”

“Uh, uh.” He paused with his fingers. “No questions. Wait, like the good girl you are.”

Elle managed a nod, but he could see the concern flitting in her eyes. Would she slip away from him in the time it took him to dash to the nightstand?

Yes.

“While I’m gone…” Blake slid his fingers out of her, reached up, and took hold of one of her hands. She resisted at first — what good girl wouldn’t? — but after another slow kiss, her muscles relaxed enough that he could make her touch herself. “I need you to stay wet and ready for me, Elle.”

That hand paused, before speeding up.

“Can you do that for me?”

She nodded. He kissed her again, moved her hand, and slid one of her fingers inside her.

“Like that. Slow and steady. As deep as possible.” Every word seemed to make her tremble harder. “Keep fucking yourself like that, Elle. That’ll be how I’ll be fucking you. Slow and steady.” He forced her finger deeper inside her. “And as deep as possible.”

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